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A/N- the final entry for my imagine challenge!! this one is by @feministwitch08 who I adore and this is the most bitter sweet piece of writing honestly crying at it!! I'm so appreciative of the people who entered the challenge because I get so nervous but I really enjoy using my platform to show off other talents and I have loved reading the entries. Thank you thank you thank you for being the best bunch of readers, I adore u truly. make sure to tag them in your comments and send them some love !! 

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3:30 pm 

 He hasn't left his room in a day. 

Exactly. 

He's dressed in this robe, a black one. 

He only wears it because it's the only article of clothing he can't find a way to associate with her. Which in some way makes him hate it all the more. It's way oversized and goes past his hand by at least 5 inches, but it keeps him warm. He looks out the window and it's so bland. And not in the sunny way. 

She cuddled into him. "This is kind of weird." She looked at him."Like borderline cult behavior." She giggled. 

"What cuddling and kissing?" He asked, teasing her. 

She rolled her eyes."No, I mean sharing one blanket in almost a pitch black room sitting near a window watching a storm." 

 You are very endearing when you're half asleep." He says. 

Her cheeks shown a dark red, or really as much red as possible that would show up on her caramel skin. 

 "Are you blushing? Gross." 

"You know I love you Harry, but it's still a cult." 

"Well I guess we have the coolest cult in the world." He said as he laid his head in her lap. She looked at him adoringly. Nothing was better than this. 

 "Why are we doing this?" She asked. 

"It's beautiful out, petal." She tilted her head, confused. (He thought she was truly adorable when she did that.) 

 "How do you mean?" She asked.

"Like it's enticing, rain has a story behind it. Looking at it is an inspiration. Like you. You're cute." He answered. 

 "Ok Mr.Poet, what about the sun?" 

 "Mmmmm, you see the sun is boring, here everyday, same color, the light just gets boring." 

"Well I like the sun." 

 "Why?" He asked. 

"It reminds me of you." She looked at him dead in the eye. "M'no sun, I'm afraid you've got me all wrong." 

Still, he couldn't hide his blush. 

"Really, because I think you're Golden like the sun." There were no words on how deeply that resonated in his heart. 

But now she's gone, he's lost his sun. And it's 3:30 pm,and he's in an oversized black robe, missing her. His eyes are more of a grey as they look out the window, looking for any sign of rain. But there's none. So he rolls back in bed, hoping for some miracle where he could see her in a dream. In a way that wasn't a nightmare preferably, but at this point he would do anything to see her. But he couldn't. And so he cried.

It was nothing new, his bed was stained in tears, and while they could be washed, the room couldn't. Nothing could erase her mark on him. But nothing could bring her back. Not any alcohol, not any drug, and not any dreaming. Two months is all it took. And he was in love, completely and irrevocably. 

It was a weird feeling at first, love. Giving so much of himself to another person. Being so vulnerable. Yet he could do it with her from the second they met. And they teased each other and they were in love, so in love. It made him want to scream, physically scream. But he loved it and he loved her. But now she's gone, and he wonders if he could ever feel again. 

"I'm serious, if you were an animal you'd be a pufferfish." She said chomping on her granola bar. 

He stared at her, amused. They'd set up a picnic just outside of the city, on a lookout point to see the Eiffel Tower. And she was stuffing her face with marshmallows but decided not to eat the baby carrot because she felt it was too cute to eat , which made him somehow fall even more in love. 

"Whatever you say, baby love." He kissed her forehead as he cupped her pretty little face with his giant hands. 

Everything was so perfect, he'd never seen the beauty of this city. Not until her. She was so kind. There's a difference between nice and kind, nice is polite and superficial, but kind, kind is supporting someone who you barely know, and putting other people over yourself constantly, and somehow so innocently not expecting anything in return. 

His little petal was kind. Her senseless acts of beauty defined her, not the cancer, she made sure of that. "You know, you're kind of a soft boy, like maybe a pufferfish bunny." She nodded to herself. 

She took him on adventures, and always loved him. Showing up randomly at one am to give him a kiss. Singing and dancing in the rain as their second date. Holding onto him was probably his favorite, their touch. His heart fluttered as soon as their skin met. In any way shape or form. She held his hand when he was scared, and played with his hair when they slept in bed together. 

Sometimes as cheesy as it was they'd just stare at each other and tune everything out. (Once she had gotten mad because they were at the cinema and got distracted and missed a good portion of the movie.) 

 "Bubs?" She asked. Again, no words for how special the nickname made him feel. 

"Yes petal?" He answered caringly.

 "I'll love you forever." 

 "Petal." he choked as his tears stung his eyes, his voice nearly inaudible. He couldn't describe the pain, because it wasn't sharp. It came in waves, like drowning as he thought of her. He seemed to think that if he leaned his head backwards into his pillow enough he could fall off the face of the earth. Yet he could not. 

So here he was and would stay much past 3:30 pm.